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Was it a dream that crowded concert room	A
In Bath that sea of ruffles and laced coats	B
And William Herschel in his powdered wig	C
Waiting upon the platform to conduct	D
His choir and Linley's orchestra He stood	E
Tapping his music rest lost in his own thoughts	F
And did I hear or dream them all were mine	G
	-
My periwig's askew my ruffle stained	H
With grease from my new telescope	I
Ach to morrow	J
How Caroline will be vexed although she grows	K
Almost as bad as I who cannot leave	L
My work shop for one evening	M
I must give	N
One last recital at St Margaret's	O
And then farewell to music	P
Who can lead	Q
Two lives at once	R
Yet it has taught me much	S
Thrown curious lights upon our world to pass	T
From one life to another Much that I took	U
For substance turns to shadow I shall see	V
No throngs like this again wring no more praise	W
Out of their hearts forego that instant joy	X
Let those who have not known it count it vain	Y
When human souls at once respond to yours	Z
Here on the brink of fortune and of fame	A2
As men account these things the moment comes	B2
When I must choose between them and the stars	C2
And I have chosen	D2
Handel good old friend	E2
We part to night Hereafter I must watch	F2
That other wand to which the worlds keep time	G2
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What has decided me That marvelous night	H2
When ah how difficult it will be to guide	I2
With all these wonders whirling through my brain	Y
After a Pump room concert I came home	J2
Hot foot out of the fluttering sea of fans	K2
Coquelicot ribboned belles and periwigged beaux	J
To my Newtonian telescope	I
The design	G
Was his but more than half the joy my own	L2
Because it was the work of my own hand	M2
A new one with an eye six inches wide	I2
Better than even the best that Newton made	N2
Then as I turned it on the Gemini	O2
And the deep stillness of those constant lights	P2
Castor and Pollux lucid pilot stars	C2
Began to calm the fever of my blood	Q2
I saw O first of all mankind I saw	R2
The disk of my new planet gliding there	S2
Beyond our tumults in that realm of peace	T2
	-
What will they christen it Ach not Herschel no	J
Nor Georgium Sidus as I once proposed	U2
Although he scarce could lose it as he lost	V2
That world in 'seventy six	W2
Indeed so far	X2
From trying to tax it he has granted me	V
How much two hundred golden pounds a year	Y2
In the great name of science half the cost	Z2
Of one state coach with all those worlds to win	A3
Well well we must be grateful This mad king	M
Has done far more than all the worldly wise	B3
Who'll charge even this to madness	C3
I believe	L
One day he'll have me pardoned for that crime	G2
When I escaped deserted some would say	D3
From those drill sergeants in my native land	M2
Deserted drill for music as I now	E3
Desert my music for the orchestral spheres	F3
No This new planet is only new to man	G3
His majesty has done much Yet as my friend	E2
Declared last night Never did monarch buy	O2
Honour so cheaply and he has not bought it	H3
I think that it should bear some ancient name	A2
And wear it like a crown some deep dark name	A2
Like Uranus known to remoter gods	I3
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How strange it seems this buzzing concert room	A
There's Doctor Burney bowing and behind him	J3
His fox eyed daughter Fanny	V
Is it a dream	K3
These crowding midgets dense as clustering bees	L3
In some great bee skep	I
Now as I lift my wand	M3
A silence grips them and the strings begin	A3
Throbbing The faint lights flicker in gusts of sound	N3
Before me glimmering like a crescent moon	O3
The dim half circle of the choir awaits	P3
Its own appointed time	G2
Beside me now	E3
Watching my wand plump and immaculate	H3
From buckled shoes to that white bunch of lace	Q3
Under his chin the midget tenor rises	R3
Music in hand a linnet and a king	M
The bullfinch bass that other emperor	S3
Leans back indifferently and clears his throat	T3
As if to say This prelude leads to Me	V
While on their own proud thrones on either hand	M2
The sumptuously bosomed midget queens	U3
Contralto and soprano jealously eye	O2
Each other's plumage	V3
Round me the music throbs	U3
With an immortal passion I grow aware	S2
Of an appalling mystery We this throng	W3
Of midgets playing listening tense and still	X3
Are sailing on a midget ball of dust	Y3
We call our planet will have sailed through space	U3
Ten thousand leagues before this music ends	U3
What does it mean Oh God what can it mean	Z3
This weird hushed ant hill with a thousand eyes	U3
These midget periwigs all those little blurs	U3
Tier over tier of faces masks of flesh	A4
Corruptible hiding each its hopes and dreams	U3
Its tragi comic dreams	U3
And all this throng	W3
Will be forgotten mixed with dust crushed out	B4
Before this book of music is outworn	Z3
Or that tall organ crumbles Violins	U3
Outlast their players Other hands may touch	S
That harpsichord but ere this planet makes	U3
Another threescore journeys round its sun	Z3
These breathing listeners will have vanished Whither	S3
I watch my moving hands and they grow strange	C4
What is it moves this body What am I	O2
How came I here a ghost to hear that voice	U3
Of infinite compassion far away	D3
Above the throbbing strings hark Comfort ye	V
	-
If music lead us to a cry like this	U3
I think I shall not lose it in the skies	U3
I do but follow its own secret law	R2
As long ago I sought to understand	M2
Its golden mathematics taught myself	D4
The way to lay one stone upon another	S3
Before I dared to dream that I might build	E4
My Holy City of Song I gave myself	D4
To all its branches How they stared at me	V
Those men of sensibility when I said	Q
That algebra conic sections fluxions all	F4
Pertained to music Let them stare again	Z3
Old Kepler knew by instinct what I now	Z3
Desire to learn I have resolved to leave	L
No tract of heaven unvisited	Q
To night	Q
The music carries me back to it again	Z3
I see beyond this island universe	U3
Beyond our sun and all those other suns	U3
That throng the Milky Way far far beyond	Q
A thousand little wisps faint nebulae	F4
Luminous fans and milky streaks of fire	S3
Some like soft brushes of electric mist	Q
Streaming from one bright point others that spread	Q
And branch like growing systems others discrete	Q
Keen ripe with stars in clusters others drawn back	G4
By central forces into one dense death	H4
Thence to be kindled into fire reborn	Z3
And scattered abroad once more in a delicate spray	D3
Faint as the mist by one bright dewdrop breathed	Q
At dawn and yet a universe like our own	Z3
Each wisp a universe a vast galaxy	V
Wide as our night of stars	U3
The Milky Way	D3
In which our sun is drowned to these would seem	K3
Less than to us their faintest drift of haze	U3
Yet we who are borne on one dark grain of dust	Q
Around one indistinguishable spark	I4
Of star mist lost in one lost feather of light	Q
Can by the strength of our own thought ascend	Q
Through universe after universe trace their growth	J4
Through boundless time their glory their decay	D3
And on the invisible road of law more firm	K4
Than granite range through all their length and breadth	L4
Their height and depth past present and to come	M4
So those who follow the great Work master's law	F4
From small things up to great may one day learn	Z3
The structure of the heavens discern the whole	F4
Within the part as men through Love see God	Q
Oh holy night deep night of stars whose peace	U3
Descends upon the troubled mind like dew	Q
Healing it with the sense of that pure reign	Z3
Of constant law enduring through all change	C4
Shall I not one day after faithful years	U3
Find that thy heavens are built on music too	Q
And hear once more above thy throbbing worlds	U3
This voice of all compassion Comfort ye	V
Yes comfort ye my people saith your God	Q

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